From the mouths of babes

I normally will not mention my kids in this blog, but I have to share this one.

After church on Sunday they were taking CYO basketball sign ups. Yes! I’m back to church now because Notre Dame has a new football coach -- it’s a Catholic thing. If my Mom asks, I have never missed a Mass. Back to the story. Anthony (9 years old) asked, “Would it be great to play basketball?” I said, “Yes, it would.” I got a little excited, but in the back of my mind I thought, “Here is a kid playing in 2 baseball leagues this Spring, both competitive. My wife is going to kick my butt! We were driving home, so it was our drive home topic.

I told my sons it would be great -- new “hoop” shoes, practice shorts, and tops -- my boys will be styling! Anthony looked at me and said, “You’re missing something, Dad.” I replied, “I know, a new Under Armour shirt.” Anthony said, “No!!! You know… Dad!!!” He just looked at me. I smiled and said, “Yes! You will get wrist bands, head bands and I’ll even get you kid tattoos for your arms.” At this point Anthony got upset, folded his arms, and stared out the window. Now I started to get upset and asked, “Anthony, what is it that you think you need?” His standard reply: “Forget it, you won’t get it for me anyway.” Frustrated, I asked: “Anthony! What is it?” He smiled and said, “I need a Glock, but only for the locker room just in case I have to flash it.” Thank you Gilbert Arenas…I should have stayed in bed!!!